#poetry dump

[getcareless]

Triolet Poem #47

How d'you kill two birds with one stone? Throw me carefully - through the air. I kill the time when I'm alone. How d'you kill? Two birds with one stone. I'm getting beaten to the bone And the earth doesn't seem to care. How d'you kill two birds? With one stone, Throw me carefully through the air.

"Two Birds", JEP

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[her-midas-touch]

The boy of stars burns the brightest

Eyes like rivers that never weep

Crescent moon scars, hair of ebony and ash

A tragedy of a glowing soul 

Charm is an old friend 

Humor is his cloak of invisibility 

Stretched thin from wear

And the darkness seeps

A boy of carefree words

A man of careless sins

Who reached for love and watched it shatter

Falling away at his own fault, A man of his own undoing 

Twisting hands wrangled his defiant heart

The hands of his boyhood days

Whose grip is as firm as laughter 

But now it twists sharply like a knife

The dorms aren’t what they once were

They echo of feet that had ran its halls a million times 

It is innocent bliss 

That they don’t hear the dull thunk of stone

a hardened heart been betrayed 

(randomly felt like blessing y’all with sirius black poetry lmao)

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[cinnamonxx01]

This week in girlhood I visit my old journals again trying to find the pieces of me that I've started to forget. This week in girlhood I sob a little hovering over the idea if I'm enough, if I'll ever be. This week in girlhood I sacrifice my plate of food unwillingly and tell lies about how cakes haven't been treating me good recently. I get upset and sew my mouth, for I don't wanna bleed my heart out.This week in girlhood I hold onto my silence, hoping it will shield whatever's left of me.

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[cosmicbirch8]

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[songofsutarima]

Some poems a friend asked for

A friend asked me to write some poems for him. Based on this short little list of words. So…here is a small little poetry dump.

_________________________

His words:

Happy

Sad

Underdog

Champion

???

_________________________

1- (you can name this one)

It’s just me, I am the breeze

I can be however I please

Flow through me, electricity

As our joy overwrites my history

I breathe in and I swear the sky wasn’t always so blue

But perhaps it’s that I’m content and my eyes are a jovial golden hue.

————

2- Cryopreservation

Frost fills my nostrils, when your presence I am in,

From the judging gaze, my misted breath turns crystalline.

And so to save my heart, I go cold without reservation,

And find me lifeless-loveless in my cryopreservation.

————

Defective

It’s late tonight, a time in which I get reflective,

And I try to convince myself I am good, with opinions subjective,

But know what I am, in a different paralyzing perspective.

As much as I like to pretend to be good and effective,

Rusted joints, malfunctioning heart and mind.

I know I am defective.

——————-

Anchor

Tie it to me

For my misdeeds

Let it be

You squash my seeds

For I have seen

These hands unclean

In horrifying scenes

I can’t redeem

Take me, tie me to the stone

Cast me, throw me, have me flown

Have my anchor tied tight around under the chin,

Quickly quickly, lest I sin again.

———————

Sundered

I was whole…just last night…

And then you came and stole my light.

It was me and you through every fight

And yet in the end it was never right

You’ve torn me to pieces with your bite

And at this point I’m blind; of hope I’ve lost sight.

So tonight with one final rite I’ll turn my ‘might’ to an imminent ‘sad, quite’.

——————

ROASTED

Yes yes, I see your belts, trophies, the plaques you have posted.

But up to this point in your life, I swear you have coasted

I’m the nightmare your mind wishes it wouldn’t have hosted

Give me a minute, you’ll find my fire is more than I’ve boasted

———————

5- DEVOUR

Many have tried, many have failed

And yet you think you’ll have me derailed?

The play is easy, I pick and I choose,

I haven’t begun to sweat, can’t you smell that you lose?

I can hear it in your voice, taste it; all your fear, swirling in the air,

But when it comes to sheep and their wants or beggings, why would a lion care?

——————

TWILIGHT

Find me in the morning with small slices seeping

As I beg, but sleep is from my eyes keeping

Itself tucked away, though it teases as I pray,

“Father God, please allow rest before the break of day.”

#poetry #rhyme poetry #poems on tumblr #poem #poems #poetry dump

[quaterspoet]

Both are blind

They dont have a "normal" friendship

they teased each other

and sat a little too close on the bus together

calling one another names

and telling each other screw you without ever meaning it

making eye contact from across the room

seeing how the other lights up

they both dont see it in the other

but under every conversation and text

under every joking shut up

was something more

than a simple friendship

Written on May 9 2023

#poetry #poemsbyme #poems on tumblr #love poem #hopelessly in love #poetry dump #short poem #my love

[cottont33th]

11/2/23

Burning

I think your voice might be my favorite sound

You have no idea how beautiful you are, do you? 

Your delicate face and your eyes that turn green in the summer

I’ve never felt more alive than those first days just talking to you. 

No one’s been so soft to me 

And no one makes me feel like I’m missing pieces of my mind like you.

That stolen moment alone with you 

I let myself get too close and yet I was so so careful 

Gods, why did you hold me so gently? 

Why did you intertwine your hand with mine 

Your gentle sleeping breath on the back of my neck

I’d never felt so loved 

And now I’ve started hating the weekends again 

There’s something so mortifying 

About you knowing how earnestly I wrote you all those birthday cards

You know now the weight of how I look at you 

How much I meant it when I told you I loved you 

The high of emotion I felt from just one kiss 

And I feel unclean. 

I’m sick of burying my mouth in the inside of my wrist 

How can you look me in the eye and tell me–

I’ve seemed unhappy recently?

I’ve never felt so loved and I don’t think I feel loved now.

I think I feel like just a warm body now.

Everything is different now yet too normal 

And I’m not one to handle change.

There was a moment a while back last spring 

We hugged for a minute and laughed 

Because we would see each other the next day. 

And now I sit here holding onto that memory like crumpled paper 

I was okay before 

I’ve loved you for so long the fleeting daydreams became enough 

And I was okay without a label 

But you want to pursue other people

And I feel guilty for not wanting you to. 

And still, no one had ever been so sweet to me

When you kissed my forehead I glowed. 

“Dirty little secret” 

I was always told I was more sensitive than most people

I think it might just kill me. 

#poetry dump #poetry #rain skyler poem #gay poetry #literature

[a-poet-without-a-name]

⚠️mild body horror⚠️

one day I will pull this skin from my bones in agony, and search for the imposter hiding within.

that parasite,

who once struck my flesh,

has now become part of me in ways I did not know,

nor know to despise.

for once that skin comes crawling back, it will be to bleeding marrow and empty sockets after lengthy scouring and searching of the body,

in which to find imperfections;

nay, horrors.

evidence of some sins I must have done

to once and forever have received this punishment and crucifixion—

stuck to a cross and nails I was yet forced to bear,

yet somehow through odd trials I had not come to hate.

though the cold irons scald me so, and this flesh imprisons my bones,

I find it is flesh most suited to me,

after all,

and such ends with which others have called themselves to go seems not necessary in lack of my apparent suffering.

I am not discomfited by my parasitic home,

for it is useful and does not seem altogether different from my own bones’ timbre.

do not mistake my seeming comfort for content, however,

old friends and new.

know that though I shall danse macabre,

I do it with bleeding feet and grin affixed with the taxidermist’s pins.

to live with a parasite is to welcome a most bosom friendship with one’s own decay,

and no host lives without suitable agony no matter the benefits they are ought.

a symbiote is still a villain,

but I know I am too,

for I caught and held it here within me,

and I know it writhes most fitfully.

#a poet without a name #poetry #poetry dump #anonymous #ORIGINAL AUTHORIAL DATE: 7/18/22 #2022 #old poetry #poem #body horror

[poetary]

Mother

I think my mom waited her whole life for me to take care of her ,

Buy the movie tickets, invite her to my house parties , give her her grandchildren & take her to a safe place

But I was never able to build it , she never gave me the foundation. Now I am moving freely like a fly caught in a glue trap & she asks me what freedom is and if I can show her.

#amateur poetry #poetry dump #my poetry #recovery #noragami #mommy issues #mom please

[sadgirlmadgirlbadgirll]

Étoiles dans les yeux

Étoiles dans les cieux

Aucun astre n’est ton égale

Aucun homme n’est ton rival

Il ne me suffirait de mille mots

Pour que tu comprennes comme tu es beau

Je n’aurai assez d’une vie entière

Pour te démontrer à quel point tu m’es cher

Mon miracle préféré

Mon chéri adoré

Partage moi tes espoirs

Partage moi tes déboires

Il me faudrait plus qu’une éternité

Pour pouvoir assez t’adorer

Et des centaines de poèmes

Pour que tu sache comme je t’aime

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[her-midas-touch]

Lady Love

Let them talk, whispers of clandestine meetings, the candle-lit dark

Of tender forehead touches, and pining glances, of promises slurred into drunken nights

Forbidden vows, and ivy curtains, ballroom dances and words that leave a mark

Mustn’t one court inspiration? Grappling to express in words, the soul, as the mind soars heights

Soothe my bleeding soul, selfish pleas, yet our own pain so akin to that of another 

Is it not a fine art in itself to feel? 

To splinter in the soul, as kin through shared words and pain, breathing in  sorrowful sync together 

Isn’t it so beautifully human? As it is to err, to laugh, to see, to break and to heal

But even with all I possess

Riches of ink and quill; parchment, mind and soul 

I lack a burning truth to confess

The heart in my chest, but a gaping hole

Woe is me, oh heavens above

My fingers falter, for what am I without a muse?

Dresses seem to be clad in her, to rival any jewelry, oh lady love

Alas a mere ghost of my mind, a temptation I cannot refuse

#sapphic yearning hours everyone #(this may or may not become a recurring tag) #anyway I wrote a poem about it #ari writes and occasionally feels like posting #women are prettyyyyy. thank you for coming to my ted talk #poetry #lesbian #wlw #writeblr #poetry dump #writing dump

[cinnamonxx01]

if my art imitated my life, my canvas would look like a pool of blood, like pomegranates smashed beneath the heavy steps, everything red that I despised only to find more of it in my life, like the rage in the shades of wound on my arm, like the love that was never really found. my words always precise and calculated and soft like the Whisper's from your favorite song, I'm both red and blue like a raging fire and water cool. tell me am I still a monster I don't hurt people like they always do. tell me am I a monster I've been cruel to myself.

#poetry dump #diary entry #journal #writers and poets #poets on tumblr #prose poetry #writers on tumblr #dead poets society #dear diary #poetry #writeblr

[homeiswherethehalfbloodsare]

I know it's not super readable but my lovely friend made the background image and assembled it so I'm keeping it.

The inspirations for this poem, now that I'm trying to recall them...were so weird. Also I wrote this in an H&M dressing room lol after going through the words in my head all day.

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[songofsutarima]

Thirty Poems I *tried* To Pour My Soul Into

An exercise with @sweetwarmcookies

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Prompt list: Blurting, Secrets, Time, Beauty, Nature,

Ocean, Tears, Hope, Open, Reaching,

Direction, Faith, Watching, Happiness, Fire,

Cooking, Childhood, Water, Moon, Flowers,

Sun, Voices, Mind, Adulthood, Anger, Stars,

Headaches, Day, Home, Love.

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Blurting

Hold a tongue still,

A hard to swallow pill,

When muscles twitch

And an involuntary switch

Moves up and down a jaw

To make sure a line comes out raw.

And that’s the issue when words come before thought,

When they jump out early before they’re all aligned,

When I should have let the cat have my tongue caught

When I should have kept myself in my mind.

Secrets

Whisper soft, low

In corners with little glow.

Hushed-ly tell what you need

I’ll never speak of the deed.

Under lock and key

If you need from me

A place to keep

Things hidden deep.

Loose lips sink ships

And my memory “skips”

Because I have nothing to say

I don’t give secrets away.

Time

Tumultuous, it feels as besT

Inside a flow filled by ennuI

Make the most of it, even as it seems griM?

Even as it builds all walls around me the samE.

Beauty

I don’t know how to tell you

I don’t know how to make you believe

That I don’t know any that can compare to

A beauty they did not know before you joined the eve.

Perhaps makeup isn’t perfect, the corner got a little smudged

But you still stop a heart, and that should tell you how you’re judged.

Nature

Refill my soul as I sit amongst the trees.

Recharge my spirit as I drink in the breeze.

Reenergize a heart as I feel the beat of river’s surface

Re-instill strength, sunlight, for when I get nervous.

Mother me back, when I fade, back to my former glory.

Mother Nature, bring me back, so I can write a little more of your story.

Ocean

Powerful sea

Mighty she

But settling to hear

And sweet scent once near

Sitting on shoreline

What is more fine?

Than sharing a meal

With an ocean third wheel.

Comforting she

The mighty, powerful sea.

Tears

Rains fall from heaven when it becomes too much

When the stars look down at the earth they can’t touch

And see the horrors, the weight, the trials of life

And that no one is there to stop a rope, bullet, or knife.

And if even the skies cry, clouds mourn,

We must wait days before the mood clears,

It must be only natural when our hearts are torn

To take a week and let be bled at least a few tears.

Hope

Nothing left to cope

But still don’t give me a rope

Please, just give me hope

Open

Too often I try to reach into a box

When I want to write and need building blocks.

But the lid is stuck fast, so my pen is too

And of all things, this is the last, not writing, that I’d want to do.

Reaching

It’s not failure if it’s never started, right?

I mean, it’s not a building if no one’s started on site.

So I haven’t failed, nothing was ever undertaken,

So I’m not a failure, just un-begun, unless I am mistaken.

Even so, I should have listened to what my mother was preaching

Because there are heights I can’t see, but I should be reaching.

Direction

I just need a sense.

Where. Which way? When?

I just need a sense.

Here to there and then…?

I just need a sense

Of how to even begin.

I just need a sense

Of what direction to move in.

Faith

Just a glowing ember is enough

For times when life is too tough

When the fighting is too rough

When you’re being weighed down by too much stuff.

Just a glowing ember is enough to stay, be a little stronger.

Just glowing ember of faith is enough to make it a little longer.

Watching

It’s not meant to be awkward

And I’m sorry it’s weird

I just pay attention to things..

And I count a hat, two mustaches, a beard.

I just can’t help but notice

All these little things.

I can’t help but notice

Naked fingers, others: rings.

Even as I daydream

I have to pay attention

Even in a passing breeze

I still hear what others mention.

It’s not meant to be awkward

I’m sorry when it is.

I can’t help but watching and noticing.

I mean, what if there’s a quiz?

Happiness

Rise from slumber, set the kettle

Ready the leaves for boiling poured from metal.

Sit in silence, watch beauty take shape

And the sky quietly gives orange, cherry, grape.

The birds sing sweetly, bidding good morning to me.

The only thing missing is you; then I can have happiness fully be.

Fire

There was once a roaring

It happened deep within.

There once was roaring

When my life did begin.

Something that wants to live

Something that wants to breathe.

Something with light to give

And heat for those in need.

There was once a roaring

And I never thought it’d tame.

But life has quieted my roaring

Fire reduced to barely even a flame.

Cooking

Art. With a pan.

Art to fill a hungry man.

Making colorful, but with taste

Creating music, but with paste.

And even as I stir the pot,

I can feel patient; I am not.

Take a test, dipping spoon

Making sure things are right when it’s done soon.

If I can’t write, you can find me over a stove.

My other favorite art involves saffron, cumin, clove.

Childhood

It was free for a moment.

Kind of.

My friends at least told me it was.

Sort of.

They’d complain about bedtimes, being forced to read.

I’d be quiet about my night times, being forced to fulfill my own need.

They’d be upset that parents are overbearing, “the chores they make me do”.

I was more upset about the fighting and the swearing before it turned on me too.

They were mad that mom was embarrassing, giving the kisses.

I was sad that I asked for a hug, and my mom’s swing never misses.

It was free for a moment.

So I’ve been told.

But I didn’t have to grow up before I realized.

Damn, this world is cold.

Water

Just a drop, something fresh.

Because I have been a stagnant mess.

Trickle some into my glass

Don’t walk by, don’t just pass.

I’ve been thirsty so long, looking at clear sky.

My lips are cracking, even my bones are dry.

It needn’t be a lot, but please give it thought.

I’m stuck out in this desert alone, and good god it’s hot.

Moon

Seductress and stealer of sleep.

Tell me I’m wrong and that you don’t keep

Me awake because you miss me and we only have a few hours

Before the sun returns and our time together sours.

I see your gown, all dressed in white

Teasing me to gaze on you and write write write.

But perhaps later, or tomorrow, for sure sometime soon.

For now, goodnight my love, my brilliant glowing moon.

Flowers

How many things can I say

Before I run out of words for the day?

And when I find my throat dry, my tongue tired

How shall I tell you, it’s you I’ve admired.

I’ll make the arrangement myself, though I’m not classically trained

I can see beauty where it is, it’s an understanding deeply ingrained.

So five of the yellow ones, three orange, one red

No, Im sorry. I don’t know the names off the top of my head.

But also, some of that kind of flower chain stuff?

After the accent of pink, yes it’s finally enough.

I know I talk too much, I go on for hours upon hours.

And when my voice runs out, I’ll still say something, even just with flowers.

Sun

Source of light, of warm, making possible life

Under your rule, plants thrive and we are blessed

Nevertheless, merciless heat, rays that beat, demands I find a frozen treat.

Voices

Silence!

Please.

Quiet!

I need.

Just a moment of you not incessantly speaking.

Please, mind, just let me float.

Let my peace hold me as a boat

As I pour our feelings as an empty

River. When weakness does tempt me

Silence. Please.

I beg from knees.

Be more of the trees

A softened rustling in leaves.

Mind

Where. When?

Traveling every time and where again

I’ll never know or understand

When my inner eye sees a different land.

And though I say it isn’t something I need to know

The third eye sees all these things through a window.

I can’t shut off and close the eyes in my mind

I can’t help but see all the things I find.

Adulthood

You’re here now, little fish.

And I’m proud of you for making it.

You almost gave up, became chum, a dish.

But I’m proud you got here, even if you were just faking it.

Anger

A subject in which most are sore.

No one is excepted for

Garish displays of disdain and hate

Every being will be called to account

Regarding boiling blood and anger’s weight.

Stars

Shine for me, love

Silver light above

Giving me hope, letting me dream,

On the perfect gaze of star beam.

Let me sit here in your perfect sight

On my sleepless, still, lonely night.

Headaches

“Do you carry blanton’s here?”

“Do you have this French beer?”

“Do you have this Italian wine?”

“Which is the best for the meal with which I’ll dine?”

Guys..give me a minute, I’m busy stocking

And I don’t know about what you are talking.

Customers will never be happy, I don’t know what it takes.

But more often than not, they are the start of my headaches.

Day

I waited, you know

For you to show.

I thought about you

When sky went from black to blue.

I wondered “will I hear from her?”

When I opened eyes and began to stir.

So think of the joy that came into play

When I saw you message me to start my day.

Home

It doesn’t exist anymore.

Home.

It’s been burned down, left in ruins.

The place that would have been my bed

Is stained from soot.

The family room in which I read

Is charred to the root.

Even the mold that lay in the basement is gone.

The heat from what you set has caused all things flee.

The bees that were in the wall no longer have a space.

It doesn’t exist anymore.

That place you said was home.

Maybe if you weren’t such a lying whore

I wouldn’t be out here, I wouldn’t freely roam.

Love

Too many words, so many ways to define.

And so many ways in which I display mine.

“Love, be not afraid, I’m here for you”

To the end, for those who need one true.

“Love, only you are my everything, my all”

When I jump off the cliff and embrace romance’s fall.

“Love, you’re alright, it’ll heal”

To a small child whose scabs peel.

Love, I love you. I hope you can feel.

In all the ways. Love I love you.

That much is real.

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Thank you for writing up a prompt list @sweetwarmcookies ! And for the challenge and trying to write all these prompts in two hours! I couldn’t quite get there, (needed waaaay more time) but it was fun!!

Read hers here:

#poetry dump #new poem #poems on tumblr #prompt poetry #sweetwarmcookies #poetry

[quaterspoet]

Things I would never say

"If I told him the things that were racing in my mind," she said, "how the small things he does make my heart flutter, but im sure I'd be made fun of."

"How I love catching him look at me and seeing how nervous he gets when I compliment him, I adore him all the same."

"and im sure that I would say yes if he asked me to be his." she said, "I would say yes in a heartbeat if he ever asked."

Written on June 6, 2023

#poetry #poems on tumblr #poetry dump #poemsbyme #short poem #poetrycommunity #hopelessly in love #love poem

[bunnieborderlinepoet]

#borderline personality disorder #borderline problems #bpd feels #bpd poem #bpd poetry #bpd problems #bpd stuff #bpd vent #dark poetry #deep poetry #poetry #anxiety poem #anxiety poetry #abuse poetry #emotional abuse #poets corner #poetry dump #depression poetry #sad poem #sad poetry #living with bpd #bpd tag #bpd community #ptsd poem #poetic #depressing poem #depressing shit #poetry stuff #depressing post #psycosis